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Post by ispyjensen on Jun 11, 2012 16:14:17 GMT -5
 i love the broken ones, the cold month of january and the rest of the winter time months meant that jensen grew increasingly more restless. keeping her cooped up inside meant more trouble that the professors had to deal with, since she was no longer able to go and cause havoc on the surrounding grounds. more water overflows and fountains spurting out high pressed water became more frequent, with nearly every incident tacked onto jensen brewer in the end. cold didn't bother her, but a lot of her friends were not as eager to brave out into the freezing canadian weather. she would call them all pusses, stick her tongue out at them, and stalk off to go and find someone who would potentially be interested in romping around in the snow with her. no one wanted to go out and risk frost bite all for the sake of jensen receiving her full amount of entertainment for the day. the whole lot of her friends were nothing but a bunch of wimps, and she would keep reminding them of that daily. until finally one of them caved in and agreed to become her snow time crime partner.
she had to admit, she had forgotten how brisk and chilly it go out in canada when winter fully set in. the country was a generally cool place, but the biting winds of winter stayed around to remind everyone just how cold it really got. in her thin winter jacket, a toque, and furry boots jensen had assumed she would be suited up appropriately for winter time fun. that had been the wrong assumption. the weather for the particular day she had decided to venture outside was not one of the warmer temperatures, but rather one of the lower ones ever recorded for british columbia. she had stepped outside and immediately began to shiver because of how drastically the temperature had dropped. "think smart, jensen. you're an explorer in the antarctic. maybe if you look hard enough you'll be able to find some penguins," [/color] she mumbled to herself, teeth gritted while she took a step forward, arms hugged closer to herself. what kind of fun could she have while shivering so violently she could barely pick anything up? no sort of fun. maybe that would be her fun: trying to overcome and completely conquer the cold. her mind was obviously not working right, because when she finally reached someplace she could recognize, the gardens, she decided to do something completely crazy. there was a bench not too far to her left, the perfect place where someone could deposit something that they intended to come back and possibly pick up later. slowly, with frigid fingers, she unzipped her jacket, placing it on the bench. with it she might as well have laid her sanity down onto the bench as well. a thermal long sleeve shirt was the only thing covering her top half now, inadequate covering for the weather that she was exposing herself to. "feel the cold, become on with the cold, be the cold,"[/color] she chanted to herself, teeth chattering as she trekked further into the garden. the whole scene was barren, since the plants had died when frost had settled in over the dew and warm weather. jensen had no idea where she was going, and only knew that she needed to keep walking. if she got far enough into the gardens, and could still feel her toes, then maybe she would contemplate removing her shirt. this posed as her genius idea of fun for the day. it was called "let's see how long we can go with taking my clothes off in the cold before i die of hypothermia." [/div][/center] |
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Jun 11, 2012 23:09:52 GMT -5
 Yeager had his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket when his phone vibrated against his hand and he took it out. Without gloves the temperature between his pocket and the air caused goosebumps as he looked at the name on his screen. "Oh fuck no," he immediately said, seeing that it was his grandmother. He didn't even care if it was about a new car, at this point, he was done with her. Heath might have thought the deal with her digging a BB out of his shoulder with a folding knife was badass, but he was pretty sure he could have her tested for psychological imbalance. He hit end on the screen as he returned the phone to his pocket. In skipping class, he discovered that he had no place to go. Everyone else was in class, after all. He just didn't want to be around that deal. A bad decision considering he'd failed algebra last year and was now retaking it.
He simply chose not to think about that as he trudged on, hunching his shoulders against the cold. As a Water student, he couldn't say he was particularly susceptible, but he did find himself wishing to be back in the Bahamas. It was a nice family vacation with little incident, and he enjoyed it while it lasted. Unfortunately, they had to leave the warm weather behind for the frozen tundra of January in Canada when school started up again. Gloria now attended high school in the Hollow, a little freshman. He didn't know how to feel about that, the upperclassmen hazing her. Yeager often bullied her, but he was the only one allowed to. He was reassured by the fact that she was Satan in a sundress and Mary Janes. She could kick ass, and he was proud of her for that. Even when she was the one pinning him to the floor and drawing phallic symbols on his face.
His journey brought him to the gardens, a good a place as any to waste time. He exhaled, breath forming a little cloud that drifted into the sky. He kept his eyes on it as he walked, deeper into the place until he heard a voice and stopped, boots crunching in the snow. Be the cold? he thought, the words sounding like some tantric shit. His forehead worked up into wrinkles, but he nodded slightly when he saw who it was, Jensen. Ah, right. Freak. Yo, Karate Kid, where are your fucking clothes?" he asked, looking her up and down. She was wearing clothes, yes, just not a very important part of the winter outfit--a jacket. His own was designer and damn expensive, like the rest of him. He grew up with two daddies, fashion came naturally to him. "If you want to become one with the cold, I suggest you bury yourself in the snow. It's also a wonderful way to get pneumonia, in case you're interested in that too." He nodded as if that would a completely normal thing, knowing for a fact that Jensen was not normal. At all.
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Post by ispyjensen on Jun 11, 2012 23:41:01 GMT -5
i love the broken ones, this whole stunt with trying to beat the canadian weather was only really the start of how crazy jensen brewer could get. there were no boundaries, everywhere was open ground and she took advantage of that. half of the time that wasn't even the case, but jensen still treated everything like it was at her disposal. in her freshman year jensen had tried to crack the thick glass that was the ceiling of the water common room and had received two months worth of detention for the stunt. anyone would think that from that trick she would have learned her lesson about the outrageous stunts that she pulled. no, she only kept on going with all of the insane ideas that popped into her head. if she wanted to make her stay at the academy enjoyable she would not by any means force herself to act like something she wasn't. a tame, proper human being was not how jensen could be classified. that was shown by how she was stripping herself slowly and seeing how much of the canadian cold she could endure. it was just her luck that another person would be stomping around the gardens when she decided to test out this coldness experiment.
she whirled around in a slow circle, her muscles tense from the cold that she had exposed herself to. the shock had been too much for her body and later jensen knew that she would be punished for mistreating her body. now, she only grinned at yeager, a fellow water who she had been able to consider her friend for the the whole four years of her schooling at the academic. she took nothing that he said to heart, simply because she knew that was the way it was with yeager. "savate kid is actually how you should refer to me. come on, i thought you knew me better than that," [/color] she said to him, completely jesting, with a foolish smile plastered onto her red face. jensen hardly seemed bothered by the cold that was making her teeth chatter and all of her body shiver. yes, she really was something close to insane. "i'm wearing most of them, but my jacket is over on the bench,"[/color] she said to him, gesturing to the bench, like this was the most casual conversation in the world. by any means, nothing was to be considered average with jensen, because she had no boundaries. therefore, there was no definition of average or normal in her book. yeager should have known that. jensen was taking everything that yeager said to her into serious consideration. she was always one to try something new, that way she could add it and cross it off of her bucket list. while he was probably kidding, or hopefully kidding, jen was not joking in anyway. "huh, i didn't think of that. so i am glad you did,"[/color] jensen squeaked out, dropping down to her knees, in a painfully slow fashion due to the coldness that had settled down to the marrow in her bones. still, she crouched down, closer to the snow but not fully submerged in the pure whiteness. well, it had been pure, but was now disrupted by the footprints that jensen had created. "i've actually never gotten that before, so maybe this will be the time for that,"[/color] she said to yeager, winking at him. it was difficult to decipher whether or not she was being serious. jensen fell back onto her bum, slowly reclining back to allow her back to meet the freezing snow. instantly the snow began to soak through her shirt and jeans, making her want to jump up and cry out. but no, she was going to beat the snow. and if she succeeded her reward would be pneumonia. thanks to yeager this was all going to be possibly, hopefully he didn't think of it as highly of a gift as jensen did. [/div][/center] |
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Jun 13, 2012 15:24:08 GMT -5
Yeager's stare was blank as he looked at Jensen. He always knew she was a weird one. Everyone was weird, but she had her own kind of French weirdness that he didn't know whether or not he should appreciate. Taking his hands out of his pockets, he rose them in surrender and said, "Oh, right. Savate Kid. Sorry if I offended you." He didn't sound very sorry, now did he? His lips did twitch into a smile to match her expression, however, not being able to help it. He could joke with the straightest of faces at times, but at other times he couldn't resist his inner nature. He was usually always smiling. Except when he was yelling at his sister. Then shit got real. He looked over when she motioned to the bench, before moving his eyes back to her. "And why is it not, you know, on your body?" He put his hands back in his pockets, the cold doing a number on them. As his knuckles brushed against the phone, he wondered what it was his grandmother had wanted. He didn't want to call to find out, now that he had Jensen and her jacketless body to deal with.
His expression returned to its composed, placid expression when she dropped down and agreed with his words. He could never be sure about this one, so he was immediately walking forward. "Hells no, I don't think so. Pick your ass up before I kick it back into school." She continued to speak and dropped back on said ass, laying back on the snow as she spoke of this great thing called pneumonia that she seemed hell bent on getting. Next to her now, he lifted up his shoe and said, "I will step on you, have no doubt." She was a clean person, wouldn't ruin his Lacostes. And she had to be freezing her tits off down there. Maybe he wouldn't have to step on her and she'd just get up on her own accord once she realized that she was not becoming one with the snow. He had a very terrifying image of a Jensen-icle and that did not sit well with him. Then again, he was overreacting. Just a little snow. It was just in his nature to be a worrywart, especially after what he'd dealt with over break.
He put his foot down and sighed. The snow crunched beneath the boot, breaking into little parts. It certainly wasn't much of a garden anymore, even though the Earth students kept it all neat and in line. He admired them, how well-kept the Academy was because of them. "Jesus Christ, you are so weird," he said, shaking his head. He was always straightforward with his words, and completely honest. The first time he lied someone would have to put a needle through his eye socket. It just didn't happen. Even when he had to lie to his parents. "Where was I? There was a party at Bobby's house, I was doing some tenners and playing flip cup." That had certainly gotten him into a lot of trouble in his youth. And even nowadays that he still liked to sneak out. Except his grandmother was starting to sleep less and less and she just knew whenever he was fussing with the porch door. Yeager hoped that was a sign of oncoming death.
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Post by ispyjensen on Jun 13, 2012 16:02:37 GMT -5
i love the broken ones, yeager, as jensen would affectionately describe him, was a rich bitch. while jensen had grown up well off, she was still only placed in the middle of the upper class. the fact that he grew up with two men running his life only added to the fact that he was practically as entitled as they came. he turned out to be only one of the entitled rich kiddies that she found herself able to be around. maybe it was the fact that he was still able to joke with her, making it seem like less of a deal that he cared for name brands and what people saw him wearing. jensen on the other hand did not give any fucks for appearances. if clothes were covering her body and she looked relatively decent there was really nothing to fret over. again, they came from two different worlds, but there were traits from their personalities that fused them together. that was the reason why she didn't mind having yeager discover her in her pursuit of trying to meld herself with the cold. he had been a friend of hers for a long time, and she was glad that he had become adjusted to all of her quirks that ultimately made jensen....jensen.
from her perch on the ground, she looked up at him with a completely genuine smile. it was really difficult to rattle jensen, even when someone was taking serious jabs at her. she was assured of who she was and only got truly defensive when someone came at her with true malice. yeager did not mean her harm and she knew that, which was why she continued to look up at him with a dopey sort of smile. "after winning my last championship in france i think the least you can do is remember my correct name. savate is not karate," [/color] she said to him with a nod, pride practically flowing out of all of her pores. savate was the one thing she would brag about and never give a care about the thoughts that people formed of her. turning her head, she stared over at the bench that was now the resting place for her jacket. "it's kind of difficult to truly be one with the cold when you are wearing something that is designed to fight off the cold,"[/color] she said to him, once again proud of herself, for presenting a valid argument and all. she could be weird and all, but in the end jensen knew that everything she did was completely justified. he seemed to think that he had some sort of job to watch over her, to keep her from burying herself into mounds of trouble. that was actually the job of anyone who had loosely acquainted themselves with jensen brewer. she shook her head at him, looking up at the foot he held threateningly over her head. sighing, she coaxed her numb limbs to assist her in standing, that way she could awkwardly waddle over to the bench and grab her jacket. "you're lucky that i didn't have face stepping in my agenda today,"[/color] she chirped out happily to yeager, shivering as she shoved her arms through the holes of her jacket. with the jacket back on she made her way over to yeager, preying that her body wouldn't fail her as she tried yet another stunt. she had enough force to tackle him to the ground, even though the cold had already robbed her of some of her energy. he crashed to the ground and jensen landed on top him, having him pad her fall. "now you can be a part of the snow time fun,"[/color] she said to him, leaning to one side on top of him to release her hand. her frozen finger poked at his nose and she laughed childishly, knowing that yeager would be pissed the fuck off. [/color] [/div][/center] |
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Jun 13, 2012 17:29:44 GMT -5
Yeager could rarely imagine himself in a position like this usually, looking down at an impish Water student who wanted to become a part of the winter around her. He considered himself quite the people person in that he could deal with these shenanigans on a daily basis. He was a laid back kind of guy, and the kind of things he dealt with at home braced himself for the real world. He rolled his eyes, but smiled a bit. "Championship, right. Hope they gave you a medal and everything. A trophy too. Even though, I don't know how many people even know what Savate is. How many looks do you get when you tell people about it, honestly?" Yeager didn't even know what it was himself until he'd met her. It was quite the interesting thing, he'd discovered, but nothing that would interest him. What interested him? He couldn't exactly say, but it wasn't the freaky shit that this chick was into. He liked to consider himself the only sane man surrounded by psychos.
He lifted his eyebrows, leaning back on the balls of his feet as if to acknowledge that this was a good point when he really was humoring her. Yeager didn't understand people much, he wasn't good with emotions or that kind of thing. Chalk it up to being a guy, he guessed. "Right, right," he agreed. "So are you going to strip the rest of the way? Because you know, if you're going to do something, why half-ass it?" A part of him feared that this bout of flirting would actually encourage her in her antics. But then again, what wouldn't? He was sure that even if he didn't say anything, she'd just keep doing her thing with the snow and the becoming one with it. No matter how much he wanted to defend her from the fierce coldness.
Yeager watched as she shook her head. Luckily the face stepping thing worked. She clearly did not want the tracts of his soles all over her pretty face. He was a bully, but would he have done that? Yeah. Yeah I would. That spoke volumes of his personality. "Clearly I'm the lucky one in this situation," he said dryly. It was people like her that gave him anxiety issues. She was about as bad as his little sister who thought it was a terrific plan to sled off the roof. As much as she terrified and bullied him, he actually cared for her. He was glad to see her put on the jacket, even though with the snow she was probably well on her way to the morgue. In his triumph, he was not expecting Jensen to attack him in a tackle. "What," he could only say dumbly before he was in the snow, ass bruised. It took the snow melting into his body for him to struggle underneath her, pushing at her shoulders. "Bitch please, do you know how much this jacket cost? More than your entire wardrobe, I'll tell you that." He paused in his struggling for a moment when she flicked his nose, fazed before he said, "I swear to god, you freak, I am about to get so real on your ass in one second. Off, off!" And he used to wonder about the gay rumors swirling around him.
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Post by ispyjensen on Jun 13, 2012 18:58:41 GMT -5
i love the broken ones, the french in her was the only reason she knew of savate. correction, her father's need to impression her mother's father had been the only reason jensen would ever be affiliated with the french kickboxing sport. now it was quite close to her whole life, trumping over everything that an average teenager would deem as the things most important in their life. friends? they came savate. schoolwork? that came after savate too. her life? it was savate. she didn't mind too much that yeager was poking fun at the sport which she thrived off of. that was the case most of the time, since it was a foreign sport and not exactly as popular as the american kickboxing sport. i upgraded my glove color. which is better than any medal or trophy," jensen said to him, sticking out her tongue. she gave him a sheepish smile then and looked at him, face determined now. "savate is gaining more popularity and should be a world wide practiced sport in the next twenty years," [/color] she rattled off the statistic expertly, shooting yeager a smug look. the way yeager took to humoring her was an admirable thing that he did. too many people shut her down too quickly, turning her into a huffy mess that was no fun to deal with. with yeager she could spew out nothing but nonsense and he would do his best to make some sense out of it. it wasn't that jensen believed the shit she was saying to be the only truth. honestly she did not believe that her becoming one with the snow bit was completely sane and she had no mental issues to sort out. she was a water kid because of her fragmented sanity and willingness to plunge into life threatening situations. her playfulness was why she was able to act like this all of the time, even in the nipping the cold that would very well leave her without fingers and toes soon enough. "that's a solid way of thinking, yeager. but i think that you would enjoy that too much,"[/color] she jested back, winking at him playfully. it was in her nature to nonchalantly flirt with anyone mildly attractive. yeager was on that list, and had been since she was old enough to understand the meaning of flirting. she had figured that he would be far too much of a priss to handle being tackled to the ground like a man. had the roles been reserved jensen would have rolled over skillfully, pinning him to the ground to show him just who the boss was. her anticipation to his reaction had only been screaming and profanity. the shoving at her shoulders was a nice addition, showing that he at least had some fight hidden behind all of that flamboyancy. "you know, with the way you're screaming it is no wonder that everyone assumes that you're gay,"[/color] jensen said, pondering the thought playfully, looking mock serious. she was still forcefully on top of him, refusing to budge despite the effort that yeager was putting into trying to escape her. "i'm suddenly feeling the need to either confirm or deny these rumors,"[/color] she deviously said to him, bending over him with a grin that matched her tone. jensen was not shy and had no problems with pressing her lips to his, also shutting him up in the process. it was an average kiss, no tongue and normal pressure applied. she hadn't kissed yeager yet and was pleased to find that he was a decent kisser, under the pressure of his jacket being potentially ruined. [if that whole last paragraph does not fly with you then just poke me on skype and i will gladly change it c;| [/color] [/div][/center] |
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Jun 13, 2012 19:55:42 GMT -5
Jensen's pride was more endearing than annoying. Usually he dealt with pompous assholes who talked about their basketball scores like they'd done the greatest thing for mankind since the polio vaccine. "Ooh, so what are you now, MJ status? Does it have sparkles to? Can you moonwalk now?" She could handle a little teasing from him, though he did like the idea of a glove upgrade. Sounded bad ass. Truth was, he'd once tried karate simply because of the belts. Then he realized he didn't like the outfits and quit. So ended the story of Karate Yeager. He combated her look with a smirk. "Then it'll be that sport that only condescending assholes play just so they can say 'i do savate'. Or do you say 'I savate?" It was like people who played lacrosse or did MMA. Suddenly they were the shit because they did something that not many other people did. Yeager? Oh, well he did Skyrim. And he did other sports, since he wasn't much one for video games. None of them organized or on a team, but him playing with a few of his buddies when there was nothing else around to entertain them.
Was he disappointed by the fact that she was only going to half-ass this tantric becoming one with snow thing? His concern for her well-being won out on seeing his friend naked. Now that was a guaranteed way to get pneumonia. As tempting as such a thing might be, he hoped she kept it to the kind of thing only done with half a bottle of vodka in her stomach and a dare to accomplish. "You break my heart," he lamented, shaking his head. "You just don't want me to be happy, I totally get it. That's fine." He could easily work off of Jensen's humor, just because she was so free-spirited and playful. She was a joke in herself, and the kind of people he hung around with. He wasn't the type to fall in with people who sat around watching television all day, waiting for the new episode of Mob Wives. Though he had to say, he enjoyed that show. He just couldn't stand to be inside the house all day, doing absolutely nothing. He had to spread his wings, and hang around people like Jensen who made his world the crazy mess that it had become. There was nothing normal in his life.
Yeager stopped in his struggling for a moment. He was strong, but this chick was built. Show her how much of a man you are. Yeah right. "We prefer metro," he said with a lisp, not being able to resist the joke. Was he metro? Well, he didn't manscape. Or carry around a purse. He just liked his clothes, and did not like it when he was being pinned underneath a girl into snow that could fuck them up. "What you need to do is get the fuck off and go back to your savate bull shit." He didn't even think about the intent behind those words until her lips were against his, and he felt the need to kiss back to prove his point. And hey, she was really warm. But then he pulled away and gave her an incredulous look. "This is why we can't have nice things." He rolled her off of him and stood up, brushing the arms of his jacket off. It seemed all right as far as he could tell, not too much damage. "Because you're a freak, and honestly, you scare me." Who else would randomly kiss him like that? What the hell was that about? "And by the way, I liked it. So up yours." How was that for gay? He wished other people could have seen that, him kissing a girl. Put those rumors to rest.
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Post by ispyjensen on Jun 13, 2012 21:26:37 GMT -5
i love the broken ones, savate was the one thing that jensen would never stop bubbling with pride for. she could have been the one who discovered the cure for the common cold and still would wish to be recognized for success in the sport of savate. the sport was her baby, and that was how her dad had raised her to think. there was no other thing beside savate that she could feel accomplished for. it was like the whole thinking that savate had to come before everything else. “actually, i am the first degree of silver gloves,” she corrected him, hardly bothered by the fact that he was comparing her to an alleged boy toucher. she was far too swept up in correcting all of yeager’s wrongness. “ i tried to glue sparkles onto my gloves when i was younger. my dad didn’t appreciate that,” [/b] she mused, grinning widely at the memories that were now being settled back into her brain. she ignored the moonwalk bit, satisfied with her meeting his jokes with utter seriousness. jensen looked to him, shaking her head at the assumptions he was making of her beloved sport. maybe it would be better if the sport were actually left to a small amount of dedicated practitioners. “don’t say that, because then i’ll be scared that something like that will actually happen,” she pouted, crossing her arms over her chest dramatically. sense was the one that told jensen she should refrain from stripping herself completely in the frigid weather of the candian province. while it would have been a moment that yeager never would have forgotten she decided that she wanted to keep her lady parts fully functioning. exposed to such coldness she could only imagine what kind of damage would be done to her body. it was better for her just to recover from the shock of her stunt, careful not press her boundaries too far. not that she really ever actually had any limits. what were limits? jensen never had actually set a concrete definition of that word in her dictionary. therefore, she did not have to set herself within the limits that everyone else seemed to adhere to. “that statement would be truly...if only you had a heart,”[/color] she cackled out, looking at him with a face that captured the very meaning of devilish. she was having the time of her life just joking with yeager. “i am ashamed in myself, for being so easy to read through. or the fact that you are extremely perceptible.”[/color] jensen gave a snap of fingers, sighing in what would be considered defeat if this were actually a serious situation. serious, that was also a word that jensen used so infrequently that she tended to forget its meaning. she had never been one to believe that her friend was gay, like all of the rumors going around about him stated. so what if he like clothes and looking nice? he had a one up on those nasty pricks who would only change their under twice a week. still, jensen couldn’t help but laugh at him, flicking her hand in the stereotypical gay guy way. he was set on getting her off of him and the very least that she could do was commend him for that. she rolled off, obliging to him and sitting herself in the snow, innocently watching him inspect his jacket for any imperfections. “no, i’m quite content to stay here and see how many times i could potentially give you a heart attack,”[/color] jensen said to him, offering a coy smile that did not match the flickering light in her eyes. she nodded at him then, pleased that he drew some sort of delight from her kiss. jensen stood, dusting the snow off of herself and bringing herself over to him. “anytime you want to disprove those gay rumors, i’ll be here,”[/color] she said, winking at him. [/color] [/div][/center] |
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Jun 14, 2012 22:06:28 GMT -5
Even though he wore his jackass facade right now, his usual speed, Yeager did have an interest in Jensen's talent with savate. It was something different, and he was good with his friends. Most of the time. He had potential, is what could be said about that. "Oh, you fancy, huh?" he said, curling up his lips in consideration of this silver glove. Not sparkly, but close enough to be considered Billie Jean potential. MJ jokes kept springing to mind. "Of course you did. I mean, I completely understand. I bedazzled my belt for karate, but my parents loved it." Only he was allowed to make fun of his parents. Anyone else and he'd pop them. Or not, it depended on his mood. "Ahh, I won't jinx you then." He made a motion to zip his lips and throw away the key. Hey, he could be wrong. Hopefully savate wouldn't become a pretentious asshole sport, for Jen's sake.
Suddenly Yeager felt like the Tin Man from Oz. Suggesting he didn't have a heart, that was low. He didn't think Jen would go there, not so far as to suggest the pulsing organ beneath his chest was only his imagination. The Water boy held a hand over his chest, expression wounded. "Not my fault the wizard forgot that. I get by, though. Never caused problems before." He met her wolfish grin with a carefully controlled face, trying to be as Tin Man as he could get. He snorted, hands still in his pockets. She snapped her fingers like a villain who'd just been duped, and he imagined it was quite often the response when she got caught in her shenanigans. "You're transparent. An open book. Work on that." The suggestion was made as a friendly one, even though she wasn't exactly the most readable.
This was proven when she planted her lips right on his mouth. Right on it! As if she had any right to be smooching him. She was back in the snow, looking like a hare that belonged in the winter wilderness. The freak she is, he wondered if she actually felt the cold or not. He was willing to bet that she was cold-blooded or some fucking shit. "I'm surrounded by psychopaths," he said, looking off and not speaking directly to her. Then his eyes met her mischievous gaze and said, "One day, when I'm in the hospital hooked up to an IV with a bedpan, you're gonna regret half the shit you do to me. And you better bring me flowers." It was reminiscent of the conversation he'd had with Sandra and her sleep issues. He held out his hand to her in order to help her up, rolling his eyes at her wink. "I'll keep that in mind. Or I can get a girlfriend. Who's not a complete wackjob." Who was he kidding, he usually ended up with the wackos anyway.
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Post by ispyjensen on Jun 15, 2012 13:17:27 GMT -5
i love the broken ones, she never stopped. ever. there was always something for jensen to say, do, or instigate. yeager was the poor bloke who turned out to be her subject of amusement today. at least, he was doing a good job with handling her, as he always did. "i really don't like fancy things," [/color] she said, scrunching her nose. that was more of yeager's forte, while jensen was happy to settle with a ratty pair of jeans and her favorite t-shirt. luxury could stay far away from her, for all she cared. her head bobbed in excitement, for yeager had done the same thing. maybe it was just a phase, where kids wanted to make things sparkly so they would be more fun. hey, jensen would bite at that one, since hadley had also covered her bike in fake jem stickers when she was seven. sparkly was more awesome. "my parents weren't too happy. they had to buy new gloves."[/color] gloves were too expensive for a child to go wrecking, her dad had yelled. she bowed her head in thanks, feeling that yeager was sincere about not wanting to jinx her sport. it was her sport, and she was not too keen on letting dickhead men try and ruin it with her attitudes. seriousness hardly ever came upon jensen, like manliness probably never dropped itself down on yeager. there she went again, spouting out stuff that she really didn't mean. or reciting jokes that she didn't necessarily think were funny, they just had been the first thing that popped into her mind. she needed to invest in a mental filter, someone had told her once. jensen had thought about it for a whole two seconds before she went on with her day, the possibility completely disregarded. "until you know, you actually want to fall in love. then you're screwed,"[/color] she said brightly to him, beaming. she found yeager funny, which made it more easy to try and bear the cold that was battering down on her. otherwise, like yeager, she would be freezing her nonexistent balls off. her head was furiously shook, signifying that she would never change the way that she did things. transparent? no, that was never jensen. she let out a laugh, which sounded more like a cackle, and looked up at yeager. "where would the fun in that be? sometimes it's more fun having people knowing what you are doing. because they know, are still amazed, and still never stop you,"[/color] she said to him, preaching nothing but the truth. surrounded by snow, jensen was finally beginning to feel somewhat warm. not warm per say, but no longer thinking that her fingers and toes would fall off at any given moment. she wondered if that was something she should be worried away. the bigger part of her told her not to voice such feelings, lest she wanted yeager to have another heart attack, bringing him one step closer to an early death. "it is all done in innocence, yeager! i don't want to have you die by the age of thirty!"[/color] she exclaimed, unable to keep herself from grinning widely. she thought for a moment, tapping a frozen finger to her lips in thought. "i'll bring you a bouquet of rainbow roses. you like that won't you?"[/color] rainbow anything could brighten up even the grimmest of situations, jensen decided right then. she giggled again, finally taking his hand and hoisting herself up with ease. jensen leaned in close to him, hot breath going right to his ear. "you'll never be able to escape us wackjobs,"[/color] she murmured, knowing that her words were probably true. looking at his family and his friends jensen gauged that it would probably be a ten percent chance that yeager actually ever found a girl who would be even slightly normal. where was the fun in normal? [/color] [/div][/center] |
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Jun 18, 2012 1:33:34 GMT -5
As the Water imp...freak...thing bobbed her head, Yeager wondered if she took his bedazzling comment seriously. He bet. The boy could only shake his head, running his fingers through his unruly mess of hair. For everything else that was so put together about him, his hair never seemed to be in proper array. "So that's your childhood, eh? Sparkling up your gloves? Not much has changed." Jen was a freak as a child, too, though all children were incorrigible little monsters. He could speak for himself as well, though Gloria took the cake, being spawned from the depths of Hell and all. Such unkind thoughts to have of his friend, but he did not censor himself.
Love. Yeager wasn't some cynic who didn't believe in it, but it wasn't on his mind. He could be gentlemanly as the best of them, though, there was that much. "I'm seventeen. Love to me is a night at the movies and kissing in the halls." At least he was self-aware. He knew what was on the up and up. She's a witch, he thought simply when she'd laughed. That explained everything and he settled on that for now. "Whatever floats your boat. I just fear for the day I'm posting three-hundred dollars bail for you." It wasn't even a joke because of how likely it was to happen. He would be the pushover to get her out. Not so much a dick sometimes.
That flat gaze stayed when Hen went on to talk about innocence. It was his incredulous look, one often found on his face when talking to this girl. "Innocence? Do you even know the meaning of that word. Can you spell it?" There was nothing innocent about her. Okay, he could admit she simply indulged in harmless fun, but she was delightfully insane. He quirked an eyebrow. "A rainbow bouquet? All right...Actually, no, you know what, I won't be satisfied unless each individual flower is rainbow." He lifted his hands up, showing that these were his terms before holding them back out to her. Yeager blinked when she spoke into his ear, pulling back with a, "And you're a creep, too. Good to know. Now let's go!" He slapped her rear as if to prod her on, not trusting her in the snow anymore.
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Post by ispyjensen on Jun 25, 2012 0:10:14 GMT -5
i love the broken ones, the one thing that jensen never did was question others. the girl herself did a lot of things that were questionable, leaving no room for her to believe that she was entitled to question others. they went on their own merry way and she would do the exact same. if yeager wanted to go on humoring her then she would leave him alone. hell, she was too far gone to remotely realize that he was kidding and in no way sincere. maybe the cold had seeped into her brain and therefore was sucking out all of the logic that she rarely ever seemed to tap into. jensen gave him one of her painfully happy grins, the stupid kind that your ever faithful canine companion would aim at you. there was no doubt that yeager found that he had to humor her, or else there would not be much left of jensen to work with. she was the kind of person that had to be humored or she was simply overlooked. thank god her friend that taken the time to play along with her thoughtless rants. “i don’t bedazzle things anymore. my little sister is the one who does that now. it runs in the family,” [/color] she retorted, sadly in complete seriousness. jensen was not one to know anything about love. with the few boyfriends and girlfriends she had compiled there had not been a single one who had lasted longer than a month. a one night stand was the kind of love that jensen was used to, not the whole ‘i want to spend the rest of my life with you’ deal. she could at least muse with yeager about his whole views on what he considered to be love. her head bobbed up and down, agreeing with yeager and the accurate opinions he was expressing. “i side more with one night stands and flings, but i guess it’s really all the same,“[/color] she said to him, shrugging her shoulders. love was not a subject she really cared a whole lot about. there was plenty of her life left to screw up with a marriage and family. currently she was fine with being her crazy self and never really giving much thought to anything. yeager would never understand how she decided to live, which was unfortunate, because it brought her nothing but enjoyment. maybe he wouldn’t be so much of a sourpuss if he decided to actually take her advice ever now and again. “if i ever get thrown into jail it’s going to be for something epic, not something that is worth three hundred dollars bail,“[/color] she argued haughtily, crossing her arms and giving a slight turn of her nose to the air. jensen could not help but burst out into a giggle fit at the highly dubious stare yeager gave her. if she were to be more observant she would have realized he used that look nearly all of the times he decided to waste his time talking to her. that was the kind of of look jensen deserved all of the time. all of the things she said and did were the kind that could be listed as things that were unexpected. her look back at him was a challenging one, sort of daring him to question her and the fact that she was only enjoying life the single way that she knew how. “i won the spelling bee in the fourth grade for a reason, yeager! i have a knack for spelling,”“[/color] jensen boasted, puffing out her chest with pride. the word that had won her the spelling bee had been incredulous, ironically enough. yeager’s quirked eyebrow was also another motion that jensen had oddly become accustomed to over time. she didn’t bother to answer him, since he slapped her ass suddenly and she grabbed at his hand, squeezing it painfully tight and dragging him along. “oh, this is fun. are we going on a romantic walk in the snow? “[/color] “ “[/color] [/div][/center] |
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Post by ELLIOT NATHAN YEAGER on Jun 26, 2012 22:19:33 GMT -5
Jensen and everything that made her Jensen Fucking Brewer gave him a stomachache. He needed a Tums after speaking with her for extended periods of time. Okay, that was overdoing it a little, but he was still ninety nine percent sure she was the reason he didn't have a lot of girl friends. At least that helped stave off some gay rumors. He didn't keep the company of many chicks, and mostly he flirted them up. Even the Fire student who he had loved to bug. "Oh, little sisters, lovely people they are," he said, somewhat darkly. He should be going easier on her, even in conversation with others, with what happened recently but for him that was even more to shake his head at and look down upon. She was a psychopath. "At least it's just bedazzling and not hot-gluing all the pages of your books and magazines together." Gloria had too much free time with that. And she had known exactly what she was doing, he had planned on reading the one assigned book, believe it or not.
The girl approached relationships with similar nonchalance as he. Actually, he considered himself better. He could actually last a while. Not that she couldn't last in a relationship, though he didn't know if she'd ever gotten into one. The question, "How's your girlfriend or boyfriend doing?" never came up in conversation with her because he knew better than to ask. It was a stupid question since she enjoyed hook-ups. Would he like to hook up with her? The fact that she kind of sort of freaked the fuck out of him made him wonder if she'd try to do something just to see how he'd react. He didn't want to wake up in the morning need skin grafts. At her impudent stare, he looked away for a moment before deciding if it would be safe to speak the next words. Deciding it was, he told her, "With you, can't be too sure. Are you even aware of how many things are illegal out there? I'm sure there'll come a time when you're pissing in a fountain in a park in the middle of the night when you'll be taken to poundtown." And then she'll find out that there's a lot of things that are frowned upon in terms of the law. Imagining her do such a thing? Priceless.
Of course Jensen had a come back for that, she had a response for everything. He had to be impressed by that sort of thing, being so quick on the dime and ready to throw things back in people's faces. "OOh, fourth grade, I'm impressed that you didn't manage to mess up the spelling of 'house'." He remembered his own elementary school spelling bee, though, and the words 'refrigerator' and 'restaurant' being involved. That should have been considered child abuse. He'd gotten out on the latter, and would always be bitter about it. He had been in the fifth grade, what did they want from him? Well, that had been a bit of unpleasant memories brought up there. He groaned when she took his hand and said, "If you consider cold as balls weather and being covered in snow romantic, then yeah, we can go for a romantic walk. Meanwhile, you can apologize for how much you fucking terrify me, and every single time you have given me an aneurysm." That seemed like a good deal to him. Yeager needed some apologies right now.
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